by D. Keith Norton
He was a simple man
a carpenter By trade
which is quite fitting
'cause the world he made
He began to travel
and show man his love
a love only given
By the Father above
For three years he taught
and traveled and loved
Then he was beaten
spit-on and clubbed
Now on trial
he stands all alone
the ones he loved
are all hiding at home
Sentenced to death
like a murderous thief
For you and me
and All who believe